Ethan And The Ball Boy
Chapter 02
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your continued readership. I appreciate all of your emails, all the comments and the feedback. As always it’s about the joys of being a boy. And oh, what a joy it is…
Readers Warning: This story contains elements of sexual content, and contact between young boys. If this theme offends you, or is not to your tastes, or inappropriate for you due to age or other legalities in your area, then read no further. Otherwise, I hope you continue to enjoy the experience.
Story Written and Posted By; About A Boy
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* Previous Chapter: "What'cha doin'?" The boy whispered very quietly, almost conspiratorially. Ethan blushed brightly, though in the dimness of the hall it likely went unnoticed. He quickly stepped away from Trevor's door.
"Uh... Nothing." He whispered. "Sorry I... I was just coming back from the bathroom
and I thought I heard noises coming from Trevor's room." He was embarrassed now; caught listening, and standing there in only his underwear. The other boy only yawned again, clearly barely awake.
"It's ok..." The youngster whispered. "Trev's probably just wanking off in there. He
does it all the time." The boy yawned again. "G-night." He breathed, then turned and headed back toward his room.
Ethan stood for a moment, considering what the boy had said. "Cool..." He breathed
tiredly, and then quietly he headed back across and into his own room. He crawled back into bed, and yawned once again himself. He thought about Trevor, 'wanking off,' as the younger boy had called it.
He smiled softly to himself. Perhaps he would wank a bit as well... He slid his hand
under the waistband of his undies and cupped his boyish package. Another brief yawn though, and within moments Ethan had dropped off to a dream laden sleep... *
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The night passed quickly, and just as suddenly it seemed, there were birds chirping unceasingly outside Ethan's window, somewhere far below in the gardens. The boy's eyelids fluttered a time or two as he woke, and slowly adjusted to the brightness of the new day.
Already he could feel a pleasant warmth streaming in at an angle through the open window, washing softly over his face as he lay there quite comfortably in his bed. Throwing back his covers, the boy stretched away the night’s tightness, and casually he looked down at his nearly naked body. He yawned, and after another brief stretch he slid his legs over the edge of the bed and stood barefoot on the cool morning floor.
The boy sauntered over to the window and gazed out over the expansive back lawn. He yawned, and stretched once again; and then smiled as a ruby throated hummingbird paused in mid flight, to hover for a moment just outside the glass, as if contemplating him.
There was a soft knock at his bedroom door, and Ethan still in his undies, instinctively moved his hands to cover himself. "Uh... Yes?" he questioned softly.
"It's just me." Came the casual reply. The door opened a crack, and Ethan could see it was the younger boy, Ellis.
"Oh, G-morning." Ethan offered, still a bit self conscious. With a quick smile, Ellis, who was also only wearing a small pair of white briefs, came boldly into his room as if invited. The boy hopped up to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and he smiled warmly at Ethan.
"What's up?" Ethan asked, as his eyes casually surveyed the eleven year old's body.
"Nuthin' really. We have to leave at half past..." The boy reminded him. They were heading into London this morning, as Trevor, the older boy, would be doing ball boy duties at the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament.
"I was wondering if you wanted to use the bath first, or should I have a go." Ellis asked.
"Oh... No, sure go ahead." Ethan suggested. He couldn't help but eye the youngsters bare legs; marveling again at how strong they looked for a boy his age. Their eyes connected, and the youngster smiled at him knowingly. "I, uh... I was just noticing how strong your legs looked." Ethan offered, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The boy straitened his leg, then flexed his thigh muscle, causing it to look taut and defined. "Yeah... It's all the dancin' I do, isn't it." Ellis replied, perhaps a bit proud at the look of his young leg.
The youngster hopped off the bed, and with a little smile he did a distinct spin on the ball of one foot, and then headed for the door. "I like your muscle too!" The boy giggled with a quick glance back as he headed out.
Ethan looked down not taking his meaning; and then he felt embarrassed all over again as he noticed that he was sporting a bit of a stiffy beneath his thin cotton briefs. "Oh shit..." He mumbled, blushing full on now.
Half an hour later, after a brief shower, Ethan joined the others in the kitchen. They made a quick breakfast of scones and jam, and then his father handed him some spending money for the day. Ashford, the houseman / chauffeur, hustled them all out to the drive, where the three boys piled into the back of the large black town car.
The thirteen year old, Trevor, was clearly excited about today's activities. Wimbledon is a big thing; one of the Grand Slams of tennis, and arguably the granddaddy of them all. Trevor had done ball boy duties during some of the practice rounds earlier in the week; but this was the official start of the Tournament of Champions, and the boy was almost giddy with excitement.
"So, are you getting nervous?" Ethan questioned, as he eyed the other boy. Trevor smiled his youthful, dimpled smile and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Maybe just a bit..." He admitted softly. "I mean, it's a big deal isn't it? The world stage and all. But, but I'm ready. I mean, I know my job and stuff."
"Is it hard? Being a ball boy?" Ethan asked. Trevor smiled and shook his head.
"Not really. A bit complicated though isn't it! Every move is specific. You have to know when and where to stand, or kneel; when to put your hands behind you, or offer them, requesting tennis balls and such. You have to know your position and responsibilities, and where each ball needs to go, and when to send it."
In fact, the boy was being modest. There are tremendous responsibilities to being a ball boy at Wimbledon. Everything must be precise. The boys work in teams of six. Two at net, and four minding the baselines, each with his own duties.
They need to be efficient, to ensure the match flows quickly. In truth, the better they do their jobs, the less anyone should even notice them. They must know the game to a fault, and handle the tennis balls with precision and speed. Getting them to the service court as quickly and accurately as possible.
They rotate the balls into play, as the players request them; either one bounce, waist high, or laid directly on the player's racquet. Everything decidedly well choreographed, each move by design. The boys tend each player's needs, and must never get in the way. In truth, it takes months of training and testing just to be selected. And what kid wants to screw up with the world watching on TV? It would be humiliating; so in fact, there is tremendous pressure to do the job right.
Trevor, the handsome blond haired thirteen year old had earned his way though. Even though he was actually a year underage, he had worked hard and shown himself to really know his duties. There are nearly two hundred fifty ball boys (and girls) making the final cut for the tournament; and much like the players themselves, the boys are ranked based on their demonstrated abilities.
Trevor had shown exceptionally well, and even though this was his first year, he would be assigned several good matches. Including the one today. Though this was first round play, and usually the boys don't know which match they are assigned; still he was told he'd be doing the duties for the Ferrer vs. Mayer match. Spain's David Ferrer currently being the seventh ranked player in the world, so this match was a good one to be sure.
Ethan smiled as he watched, and listened as Trevor explained these things to him. The other boy's green eyes sparkled with infectious excitement as he did so, and Ethan was totally captivated and intrigued by the other boy's presence, if not his sheer cuteness.
After the long drive, the limo pulled onto the grounds at the All England Lawn Tennis Club; the site of the Wimbledon Tournament. Ashford opened the door for the boys, who all bailed out of the back. He handed each of them Premier Club access passes.
"Have fun lads. Mind yourselves now, and stay out of trouble aw'right!" Ashford told them.
"I never get into trouble." Trevor responded with an impishly sly grin.
"Indeed..." Ashford smirked "And I suppose you never 'toss off at night' either.” He teased with a grin. Trevor grinned back at him, and the two English boys broke into giggles. Ethan was left to imagine what this 'toss off' euphemism meant.
Ashford handed Trevor a parcel, which looked as if it had come direct from the dry
cleaners. His ball boy uniform as it turned out. "I s'pose you'll be needing a lift back to the Estate as well?" Ashford teased with a smile. "I'll see if I can remember to pick you lot up later, after I've had a few pints, eh?!" He grinned again, and with a slight wave to the boys, he got back into the limo and drove off.
Trevor, who was currently dressed in a sharp black Polo shirt and tan slacks, needed to check in with the tournament officials in charge of the ball boy assignments; so he led the boys through the grounds towards the designated locker area. They had to show their security passes at several points, and Ethan was impressed with all the pomp and circumstance of it all.
Once inside the security points, Trevor signed in, and checked the boards to confirm his assignment. He was indeed scheduled on court three, one of the show courts; a rarity for a first year ball boy. The draw confirmed the first match at 11:30 would be Ferrer vs. Mayer.
Trevor grinned boyishly, pleased at the assignment. He and his group would work court three or another of the show courts all day. Rotating with other groups of ball boys, on and off court. Excited, he put one arm around Ethan's shoulders giving him a cheerful half hug.
"This is so cool." He beamed, shaking his new friend excitedly. Ethan couldn't help but to be caught up in the other boy's enthusiasm, and the embrace though unexpected, felt rather nice to him. Trevor's beautiful green eyes seemed to sparkle at him.
After a moment, Trevor led the other two boys back to the juniors changing rooms, so he could change into his official ball boy uniform. And though technically the other boys shouldn't be in there, he took them in with him. Finding his locker, he quickly kicked out of his Sperry Top-Sider loafers, and began to undress.
Ethan glanced around as he sat on the bench, noticing nearly a score other boys, in various stages of changing as well. Several boys stood naked near their lockers, and Ethan could feel a keen bit of interest beginning to build deep within him.
Puberty again, rearing its head. Anything with bare skin, regardless of gender, any hint of sexuality presumed or otherwise just seemed to set him off. He tried to be discreet, making sure not to look at anyone too long. Puberty be damned...
Finally, still sitting on the bench, he turned to look at Trevor, who was just now slipping out of his pants. Ethan could feel a rush of excitement within him. Sitting there next to this, one of the most beautiful of blond boys. Trim, tanned, his spectacular adolescence on display. He was just wondering if Trevor would.....
And he did. Without a thought, Trevor slipped out of his low rise briefs. Ethan's breath caught in his chest. Barley two feet away was the bare, splendidly rounded bottom of his new friend Trevor.
Ethan shivered, and then hoped no one had noticed. His lips and throat seemed instantly dry, his mind was in a daze with the closeness, and beauty of this silky bare butt cleavage just posing right there in front of him.
Time seemed frozen for a moment. The dimpled cheek, the satin smooth skin, even the Speedo induced tan line was instantly ingrained in that moment. Frozen forever in the keenness of his memory.
Though totally unaware of it, Ethan's young penis was swelling unannounced in his own shorts. He shivered again with internal excitement. Trevor was just beginning to step into a jockstrap, and he turned slightly as he pulled it up his lean tanned legs. Ethan was rewarded with a brief side glimpse of Trev's adolescent boy package.
It had been in a word... Beautiful. It had happened too damn quickly; but clearly he had seen the other boy's uncircumcised boy tube, and the loose dangle of his boy pouch hanging freely below. Ethan tried to swallow, but couldn't...
Time started again, as Trevor turned around and raised his leg, putting one bare foot up on the bench. He began to slip into one of his low cut ball boy uniform socks. White of course, with the Wimbledon emblem embroidered on the side.
Ethan barely noticed that however. His eyes were fixed on the round module slightly on display between Trevor's legs; his full ball sac, hidden now only by the thin material of his jockstrap. Round, contained, cupped there lovingly by that soft material. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment. But only a moment, to record it like a photograph in his mind.
Trev' shifted position again, putting his other foot up on the bench; and now Ethan had a nice view of the older boy's bare bum again; one leg raised to the bench, gapping slightly the space between his buttocks. 'Oh god.....' Ethan thought dreamily.
Trevor stood then, grabbed his crisp white uniform shorts from the bench and stepped into them, and then he glanced over at Ethan. "Oye, you alright then? You look like you're about to pass out mate." Ethan snapped back into the moment, and blushed slightly.
"Huh. Oh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I just... I was thinking about other stuff is all..." He looked away nervously. He began to wonder if the younger boy, Ellis, had seen what he'd been looking at, but when he turned, Ellis was about ten feet away at the end of the row, standing on a locker room scale weighing himself; and thankfully paying no attention to what had just happened.
Ethan stood up then, trembling slightly with nervous excitement. He looked around, then glanced again at Trevor, who was just slipping into his smart Wimbledon polo shirt. After pulling it over his head, the boy combed his fingers back through his long blond hair, and looked at Ethan.
"How do I look?" He asked. "Do I look like a right ball boy?" Ethan nearly choked on those words.
"Yeah... Like a ball boy..." Ethan sputtered. But those weren't the kind of balls he was thinking about at the moment. Trevor looked at him queerly, a knowing smirk on his face as he glanced downward at the other boy.
"Careful mate," Trevor chuckled, “Your cork appears to be floatin' a bit..." Ethan glanced down at himself and was instantly mortified. His shorts were tented out, leaving little doubt he was sporting wood. "Not to worry mate..." Trevor offered, as he patted Ethan on the shoulder. "We all get a bit of a pounder from time to time, don't we?"
Ethan covered himself and blushed with embarrassment, but Trevor had continued on without another word about it. "I've got to go in for our briefing now." He offered. "You and Ellis can go wander around a bit if you like. Then go over to court three at half past eleven, and find your seats. I'll see you lads after."
With that, Trevor smiled warmly at Ethan, glanced down at him once more, and then followed some of the other ball boys out of the lockers to another room. "Let’s go then..." Ellis spoke up for the first time; and tugging Ethan by the elbow the two boys headed outside.
There was mass commotion going on now. People were milling around in hoards, an air of excitement ringing through the grounds. The boys wandered around a bit, taking in all the sights, and smells of this elite event.
"Want to get some straw'burrys and cream?" Ellis asked excitedly as they came to one of the food stands. "They're quite good really..."
"Sure." Ethan responded with a smile, as he was just enjoying the whole experience. They bought two dishes, and sat up on a bench as they scarfed the fresh fruit, dripping with thick sweet cream. "Mmm, really good." Ethan nodded, as he licked some of the sweet cream from his finger.
"Come on." Ellis spoke up. "We best get over to the courts now." The boys hopped up and worked their way around to the south side of Center Court, weaving in and out of slow tourist types, as they made their way over to court three.
With their Premier Club Passes hanging around their necks in clear plastic sleeves, the boys made their way inside, and sidled up into the stands. There was much chatter going on in the crowd, until finally the speakers buzzed to life.
Then came the match officials, the Chair Umpire, and the ball boys. The boys walked the edge of the court, all smartly dressed in their Ralph Lauren designed uniforms, and walking a straight line, in step with one another. Every move choreographed, Ethan remembered what Trevor had explained.
The players came out to a polite round of applause. Ellis quickly pointed out which one was David Ferrer, the seventh ranked men's player in the world. The players took to the courts for warmups; and Trevor and the other five ball boys quickly took their positions.
After a brief period of warmups, formal announcements and introductions were made. Trevor stood proudly at net, alongside another ball boy. They stood, back's straight, hands clasped behind their backs, facing the Chair Umpire and the players. The other four ball boys had taken their positions on the corners.
Quickly the match was underway. Ethan smiled as he watched Trevor move with speed and precision, as he retrieved errant balls at the net, then quickly took a knee just off court, never slowing the match. Between points, he fed balls quickly and crisply to the service court ball boys. Rolling them always with no bounce, but with brisk speed and accuracy.
At the break and changeover, the players returned to the seats to the left and right of the Umpires chair for a moments breather. Trevor stood at the ready, handing towels or beverages to the player on his side, if requested. The sun was shining down brightly now, and a dry warmth radiated up from the grounds and well manicured lawns of the court.
The match was a good one, and though the score didn't indicate it, Ferrer seemed clearly in command, with the first set going to him, six games to four. Ethan was amazed at the blazing speed and power with which these pro players hammered the balls.
He watched Trevor quite often as well. After all, the boy looked stunningly cute in that uniform. It was a sharp navy blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt, with the famous Wimbledon green and purple stripe, and the embroidered crest.
And of course, with the crisp white shorts, Trevor's strong tan legs were prominently on display. And when he took a knee at net, his bum filled them out, looking rounded and sweet as well. Ethan was a bit surprised when he caught himself once again thinking about such things...
Midway through the second set, Trevor showed his true character. A long fought point was raging between the two players. Mayer's shot had ticked the top of the net, dying as it barely fell over. Ferrer, made an all out sprint toward the net, to barely dig the ball off the grass before the second bounce.
He had to loft it high and deep in a lob, just to try and preserve the point. His opponent had drifted back, stood poised and then hammered an overhead rocket back over the net. Ferrer, still beginning to back peddle took a desperately wild backhand swing at it; but the ball sailed wide and his tennis racquet; and with the sweat dampened grip, his racquet slipped wildly out of his hand flying like a bullet off to the side, catching the unsuspecting Trevor directly on the side of his cheek, just in front of his left ear.
You could hear the force of the impact, and Trevor barely even had time to flinch. There was an audible gasp from the crowd, and even Ferrer reacted with some concern. The boy amazingly held his ground though. He had been on his knee in position at the net; he rocked back with the impact, but then, without even raising a hand to his stinging face, he staunchly held his ball boy position.
It wasn't hard to see the red welt, already forming on his cheek. The chair umpire momentarily called 'time', as Ferrer had stepped over to the boy to see if he was alright. Trevor hadn't moved from his station.
"I'm fine sir." He replied, though the welt and his watering eyes may have indicated otherwise. In spite of that, Trevor reached down and retrieved the racquet from the ground, handing it back to Ferrer. He stood then, his back straight, his hands clasped behind his back in perfect form. "I'm fine sir, please continue."
Ferrer smiled and nodded at him respectfully, then headed back on court to resume play. A small polite round of applause came from the stands, and the match continued. As it was, Trevor never even reached up to rub his cheek until the change over. The match resumed with some brilliant play, with Ferrer eventually taking it in three sets. In the end, as they all formally prepared to leave the court, both players shook the Chair Umpire's hand, and in a very unusual gesture, Ferrer did the same with Trevor, praising him for his day’s efforts.
Little did anyone know at the time, that this little anecdotal incident was even mentioned later that day on television; on the Wimbledon Daily Recap with John McEnroe. The clip was shown, and McEnroe joked slightly about the dangers of being a ball boy, and then he remarked that certainly that one must have hurt, finishing with; "That's one ball boy with some spine!"
Ethan and Ellis had scrambled quickly out of the stands after the match. They weren't allowed back into the change rooms, but they caught up with Trevor several minutes later; since he had an hour break before his group took the court again, for their next shift on the courts.
"Whoa, that was bloody wicked Trev." Ellis praised his cousin, when they saw him come out of the lockers.
"No doubt." Ethan gushed, peering at the reddish mark, still clearly visible on the other boy's cheek. Trevor smiled back at them, and rubbed his fingertips gently over it.
"Hurt like bloody hell." He whispered back at them with a little wincing smirk, and Ethan smiled respectfully at him.
"You didn't even show it dude." Ethan said. "You really showed your marbles there..."
"Yeah," Trevor laughed, "Glad I didn't get hit in the marbles if you know what I mean." All the boys giggled at that one.
They decided to head over to the Food Village back behind Court One, wanting to grab a quick bite to eat. But a woman, Miss Stanforth, who was one of the supervisors in charge of the ball boys, came out of the change area and intercepted Trevor.
"Mr. Hetherington..." She began. Trevor turned to look at her; a feeling of dread coming over him fearing he had done something wrong.
"Yes mam?" He replied politely, and without knowing it, he had stood straight and clasped his hands behind his back in standard ball boy form. She couldn't help but notice, and she smiled slightly at him.
"Relax son, you're not in trouble. I've just heard the reports, and saw the video replay of your little incident." She said, raising her finger to point at the red mark on his cheek. "That was a fine job boy. You did us proud out there, and that's what it's all about isn't it." She smiled. "Now come with me a moment, if you would..." She turned and began to walk back toward the building.
Trevor, in spite of the compliment, turned and looked at Ethan and Ellis somewhat apprehensively; then the boys followed dutifully along behind Miss Stanforth. Once inside, she stopped in the corridor and waited a moment.
Seconds later, Trevor was surprised to see David Ferrer and several others come walking out of the men's change rooms. He was dressed in street attire now, and fresh from the showers.
He smiled and nodded at the woman, then looked at Trevor. "You are ok then?" He asked in English, though being from Spain he had a heavy accent. Trevor was almost stunned that Ferrer was addressing him.
"Yes sir." He smiled politely, as Ferrer reached out and lightly touched the boy's cheek.
"I am sorry this happen." He spoke honestly. "You did good job out there, thank you."
"Thank you sir." Trevor replied, unable to suppress his grin. Ferrer smiled at him and nodded. He seemed about to leave, but stopped and turned to one of the men following him; who was carrying Ferrer's gear bags.
He reached for one of the bags, and zipping it open he rummaged through his six tennis racquets, finally pulling one of them from the bag. He turned and smiled at Trevor.
"This for you." He offered, "Since you and racquet have become so close..." He chuckled. Trevor was dumbfounded. He glanced over at Miss Stanforth as if for permission. She nodded, and Trevor accepted the fine offering.
"Whoa.... That's bloody awesome." He beamed. Then blushed a bit. Ferrer smiled, reached out and tousled the boy's hair and walked out of the building, his entourage in tow.
"Well done son." Miss Stanforth praised. "Now don't be late for your next match." She added with raised eyebrow, then she turned with a smirk and left to attend other duties. Trevor looked at the other two boys, with a look of stunned surprise still on his face.
"That's so cool..." Ethan breathed, as both he and Ellis reached out to touch the racquet reverently. Trevor beamed, and after the boys had examined the racquet for a moment, Trevor said he'd be right back; and then he ran off to put this special prize away in his locker.
The rest of the afternoon went by quite quickly. Trevor did all his tournament duties, rotating on and off the courts with his group, and doing an exemplary job of it. Ethan and Ellis were in and out of the matches, watching them from time to time, and wandering the grounds just goofing off as boys do, for the rest of the time.
When the day had wrapped, Ethan told Ellis they should head back to the change rooms to catch up with Trevor. The boys managed to gain entry with their passes, but unfortunately for Ethan, Trevor had already showered, and was nearly fully dressed by the time they wandered in.
Secretly, Ethan was more than a little disappointed, since he was hoping that he would have gotten an extended look at the other boy while he was still in the buff. Trevor however, had already donned his pants and shirt, and sat chatting with another boy as he slowly pulled on his socks.
He smiled warmly at Ethan though, and after slipping into his Top-Siders, Trevor grabbed up his gear, including his newly prized tennis racquet, and the boys headed out into the concourse, following it round to car park number three.
They only had to wait a few minutes before Ashford pulled up in the limo, and the boys quickly slid into the back seat. It had been a long day, but Trevor excitedly showed Ashford the racquet he'd been given. He started to tell the story of how this had come about, but both Ethan and Ellis jumped in, to provide their own third party details.
Ethan was very animated, and quite humorous as he told the tale to Ashford; who showed a fair amount of concern, and then also laughed heartily at the way Ethan colorfully filled in all the details.
Trevor sat back and watched it all unfold, grinning thoughtfully at how excited Ethan seemed to be as he recounted the story. He looked at the other boy's soft features, and realized, (not for the first time) how adorable this cute American boy actually was.
After the story telling and a lot of laughs, the long day started to take its toll, and both Trevor and Ellis had just started to nod off in the back seat during the long drive back. Before long Trevor's head had slumped listlessly to the side, resting lightly on Ethan's young shoulder. Ethan glanced casually at the older boy for a moment, and then smiled softly to himself.
It quickly occurred to him that he more than enjoyed the physical contact between the two of them; and so he made no effort to try and lean Trevor the other way. Something about the warmth of the other boy against his shoulder, and his soft disheveled hair, lightly touching Ethan's cheek... Suddenly he felt those butterflies flittering in his stomach again, and he realized that he was becoming aroused by the contact.
Ethan looked quickly up to the front seat, but Ashford was busy driving and wouldn't be able to see anything any way. He turned slightly to see that the other boy, Ellis, was sound asleep, and leaning against the other door; and with that, Ethan relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment.
After a time, Trevor shifted slightly in his sleep; with his hand coming to rest comfortably on Ethan's thigh; the back of his fingers dangerously close to the firm rounded bulge still residing in Ethan's shorts. He squirmed, a bit uncomfortable with this. Not because he didn't enjoy the closeness of it, but not wanting Trevor to wake, and spot him with yet another stiffy.
Ethan casually moved his own hand into his lap, to cover and protect himself from any potential embarrassment. Then, feeling more comfortable with the situation, and hearing the soft rhythmic breathing of his two companions in the back seat, he allowed himself to slip off into a little nap of his own.
By the time the car pulled back up to the house at Hetherington Court, the boys were all starting to wake. Trevor lifted his head from Ethan's shoulder as he sat up; he smiled softly back at Ethan, seemingly not at all embarrassed at having just napped against him.
Ethan smiled back, and looked at the other boy for a long moment. There was something about this English boy. His gentle nature perhaps, or his unassuming manner. Or perhaps it was his youthfully boyish features, or the reddish fullness of his lips, or.....
Ethan shook his head then, as if to return to his senses. He flushed a little, as if somehow Trevor might have read his thoughts. But the other boys were already starting to pile out of the town car.
Quickly gathering himself, Ethan slid out of the limo after the other boys. They bounded up the flagstone steps and into the manor, where Trevor animatedly told his parents about the day's events; excitedly showing them the racquet that David Ferrer, the number seven ranked player in the world, had given him.
After the excitement of the moment had passed and all the stories were told, the boys headed upstairs to their rooms. It would be at least an hour before supper, and as they topped the stairs at the third floor, Trevor suggested that perhaps since they had time, they should all go for a swim in the pool.
With no convincing needed, they each went to their bedrooms to change into their swimmers; and barely a minute later they all converged in the hallway ready to go. Both the English boys were wearing Speedo's, though not quite the tiny racer's cut.
Ethan looked at the other boys, and suddenly felt a bit overdressed, as he stood there in his boardies, which stretched down to just above his knees. "Is that all you've got?" Trevor questioned as he eyed the boardies. Ethan only nodded.
"We have to get you a proper bathing suit mate." Trevor offered with a smile. "Come on then." He ushered Ethan back into his room, and quickly crossing to his wardrobe, he pulled open the lower drawer. Trevor rummaged for a moment, and then pulled out a sky blue pair of Speedos and tossed them to Ethan. "Lets have a look at those then."
Ethan glanced at the skimpy suit, a bit unsure. "I don't know..." He muttered haltingly, as he held them up.
"Come on then, don't be a fanny flaps..." Ellis spoke up with an impatient look. "Let’s get to swimmin." Ethan smiled a bit sheepishly, as he looked again at the Speedo's.
"I'll go change then." He said, a little reluctantly.
"Not shy are ya? Just switch out here and let’s go." Trevor told him. Ethan glanced quickly at the two English boys; indeed a bit shy but not wanting to look stupid. Taking a quick breath, he unbuttoned his boardies, and then turning slightly away from them he hurriedly pulled his shorts down.
His hands were trembling just a bit, as he hurried to make the switch, knowing that the other boys were likely staring now at his nakedness. He took a misstep at first, and stumbled just a bit as he tried to step quickly into the small bathing suit.
Blushing just a little now, Ethan finally pulled the Speedo up his thighs, and over his youthful boy bits. He looked down at himself, feeling a bit hesitant; and then finally turned to face the other boys.
"Not so bad now, is it?" Trevor smiled soothingly. "No need to be shy is there?"
"No, no It's not that..." Ethan said, with a denying shake of his head. "I just...." He trailed off, not really knowing what else to say. The truth of the matter is, he was just a bit shy, but more to the point he was afraid he might 'pop one' in front of the other boys.
Trevor put his arm around Ethan's shoulders as they moved to the door. "Not to worry mate, it's all good." And the three boys gathered up their bath towels and headed down the hall.
"You do have a nice bum though." Ellis grinned and he slapped Ethan on the butt as he hurried past, and trotted ahead of them down the stairs. Trevor laughed, and Ethan couldn't help but giggle as well as they followed after the younger boy.
The early evening air was still quite warm and the boys jumped eagerly into the Caribbean blue water of the large pool. They splashed about for awhile, simply playing and having a carefree time, as boys this age always seem to do while swimming.
Ellis frequently, and sometimes inappropriately, grabbed hold of the other boys, clinging to them and wrapping his legs around them, apparently in an attempt to wrestle. This led to a lot of body contact between the three boys, and Ethan secretly savored the feeling of warm, wet skin sliding gently over his pubescent body. Particularly when it was Trevor.
They jumped in and out of the pool, leaping, laughing and splashing one another. And each time Trevor hopped out of the pool, Ethan's eyes would follow him. The other boy's lean, beautiful physique was exciting to him somehow. His glistening tanned skin, and the teasing smooth roundness of his boy bits, hidden only by the bright white fabric of his Speedo. Hidden only to the eye that is, but not to Ethan's imagination.
Was this puberty, at it again? Simply his raging hormones toying with his young developing body? Or was this some secret insight into his burgeoning sexuality. Ethan didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't care. It was blissfully stimulating, regardless.
In the course of their play, Trevor had latched playfully onto him from behind, and their young bodies were gripped tightly together. Ethan certainly thought he'd felt a more than firm lump pressed up against his backside. Or had he only wishfully imagined it? Either way, it seemed to ignite those familiar, and delightful tingling sensations in his stomach once again.
The boys continued their play for over an hour before Ashford suddenly appeared and informed them that supper would be served in fifteen minutes. With a bit of reluctance, the boys crawled out of the pool and began to towel themselves off.
Ethan glanced furtively at Trevor, wanting to gaze further at the distinct outline that was revealed by the wet, body molding material of his small bathing suit. And it seemed to him, wait... Was the other boy eyeing him in the same manner? No... No probably not; he must of imagined that as well.
The three youngsters headed inside to change clothes, and share a nice meal with their parents; and shortly after this, the adults had decided to go for a drive through the English country side, ending up in town for a few drinks at the club. The boys of course, had decided on other plans.
"Wanna' go down to the dungeon then." Trevor asked the other two.
"The dungeon?" Ethan quipped. "I thought Ashford was just teasing me about there being a dungeon." He raised his eyebrows, curious now.
"It's not a real dungeon." Ellis snickered. "That's just what we call it, cause its down in the old root cellar. Come on, you'll like it." Ethan glanced curiously at the other boys, a bit unsure what was going on, and he assumed they might just be pulling his leg.
Trevor led the way, back through the kitchens to a heavy looking door near the pantry. He smiled back at Ethan, and then pulled it open. Flipping on a light switch, the boys descended down the stone steps, and into the cool air of the so called 'dungeon.'
As it turned out, the old root cellar had been renovated from its early days. They passed the first room, which was still crafted from the original hewn stone, and had been turned into a formal wine cellar now. Scores of bottles, old and new lining each wall; and even a cask of their own house wine stood on a wooden stand near the back wall.
Further down the stone hallway past the wine cellar, things suddenly, and surprisingly took on a whole new look. Cedar planks now lined the walls, and Trevor pulled open the door at the end of it.
Inside was a cedar lined change room with benches, open cubbies and a small open closet filled with folded towels and bottled water. In the middle was another door that opened up into a fair sized steam room.
"Velcome to ze dungeon..." Ellis quipped in a low Dracula sounding voice, trying to sound a bit spooky. Ethan grinned at him, but Trevor only punched the younger boy lightly on his shoulder.
"Geeze you twat... You do that same line every time someone comes down here." Ellis only rolled his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, then smiled back at Ethan. "Come on... Let’s have a steam, aw'right?!"
The two English boys began to disrobe, hanging their shirts on hooks in the individual cubbies. Ethan looked a bit perplexed, as he glanced around. "Uhh... What are we supposed to wear in there?" He asked quietly.
"Yer kidding right..." Trev' answered, “We go starkers of course. Come on..." He pulled several towels from the open closet and tossed one to each of the boys. Then he slipped his shorts down his legs, stepped out of them, and hung them on a hook. He wrapped a towel around his naked frame, and headed into the steam room.
Ethan stood for a moment a little surprised, if not a bit uncomfortable about things. He glanced over at the younger boy, who had just slipped out of his undies, and was just standing there naked in front of him. Ethan's eyebrows rose as he gawked openly at the younger naked boy.
Ellis, was just eleven, but he had a thin but nicely shaped little body. And of course his strong, long legs from all his dancing. Ethan's eyes were drawn now to the youngster’s boy bits. His young penis wasn't circumcised, and it pointed quite naturally almost straight out from his youthful body.
It was a nice stalk, smooth and straight, and about two and a half inches in length, not including the little nipple of gathered skin that overhung his glans. The boy's testes were of fairly nice size, though they didn't hang down far, but were rather cupped in a tighter purse of slightly darker skin.
Ethan quickly glanced away, when the other boy moved to wrap his own towel around his thin waist. "You commin' in or what?" The youngster questioned, since he noticed that Ethan had barely begun to undress yet. And without waiting for an answer the boy turned and went inside.
'Best get on with it I guess.' Ethan thought to himself. 'I mean, I'll have a towel around me after all...' He swallowed tightly, and then without thinking about it further, he quickly peeled off his clothes, hanging them haphazardly on the hooks.
Wrapping the towel firmly around his waist, Ethan took a shallow breath, and swung the door open to step inside.
The moist heat of the steam room enveloped him at once. It was a drastic change from the cool cellar air just outside the door. Ethan looked around nervously at the other two boys. Ellis was sitting on a bench along the left wall, his bare lower legs and feet dangling loosely over the side, with his towel still wrapped around his middle.
Trevor on the other hand was lying on his stomach strait ahead of him, stretched across one of the benches on top of his towel. The boy lay there naked, with his eyes closed, arms folded up under his cheek for support.
Ethan found it hard to catch his breath. He half crawled up onto the bench to his right, and leaned back against the moist warm grain of the wall. He looked back; was drawn back to the naked figure on the other bench in front of him. Trev's naked body was amazingly beautiful, and Ethan shivered, in spite of the heat.
Trevor's body was already damp and dripping with perspiration, and Ethan's eyes followed the sweet flowing curves of his naked body; from his shoulders dipping down gracefully to the small of his back, and then up the steep rounded slope of his bare buttocks. It was, stunning.
The tingles instantly set in, inside Ethan's stomach. His eyes lingered there, then slowly traced Trevor's smooth legs all the way down to his soft, compact looking feet. He shivered again, he couldn't help it; and his insides seemed to churn with excitement as he glanced again at the other boy's round, naked bum.
Ethan closed his eyes and swallowed tightly. His breathing was elevated somewhat, and he could feel his fingers trembling with excitement. All of these things might go unnoticed by the other boys. But not the rise of his tumescent boy tube which now seemed to throb relentlessly beneath the thin towel.
Discreetly, he moved his hands and cupped them innocently in his lap, trying to hide the outcropping that had formed there. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment trying to concentrate, but there was no way his aroused pubescent member was going to go away any time soon.
He heard Ellis giggle slightly, near the other wall of the small steam room, and instantly he assumed that he had been found out. He blushed, and timidly opened his eyes; but Ellis, as it turned out wasn't even looking at him.
The youngster was sitting on his own bench, playfully stretching out his leg and gently prodding Trevor's bare bottom with his toe. Trev' shot his arm out blindly behind him, trying to grab the boy's foot, but he missed and Ellis giggled boyishly once again.
Ethan was relieved, and he smiled at the little game of grab ass that was going on between the two cousins. The youngster slowly reached his toe out once again, this time angling to poke it lightly between Trevor's moist butt cheeks. This time however, Trevor was on to him, and his blind grab was on target.
His fingers caught the younger boy's toes, and he rolled quickly onto his side and began tickling the bottom of Ellis' bare foot. The boy giggled and squirmed raucously, finally managing to pull his foot free. In the process though, his towel also pulled free from around his thin waist, and in that moment Ethan caught a nice view of the younger boy's personal jewels.
Ellis didn't seem to mind his towel falling free however, and he didn't even bother to cover himself up again. In fact he pulled his knees up near his chest, resting his feet on the bench; trying to keep them away from Trevor, who was still pointing a playful finger at him.
With his knees drawn up like that, not only could Ethan see the boys dangly bits, but he also had a nice look at the youngsters little pink grommet. Ethan's eyes went wide. Other than examining his own bunghole in a little hand held mirror in his bedroom several afternoons; this was surely the first time he'd ever seen another boys pooter.
Had there been any chance of his boner going away any time soon, that idea was quickly out the window. Ethan was so stimulated now, that he could almost feel his boytube pulsing untouched beneath his towel, perhaps even leaking a bit.
He managed to glance away finally, but turned to look back toward Trevor. The older boy was lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm now. And of course, this offered the first full frontal view of his nakedness for Ethan...
Ethan's eye's widened at the sight. He swallowed with some difficulty, his lips oddly dry, as he ogled the wonderful sight before him. Trevor's boyhood was, was, beautiful... Ethan's legs were still dangling off the bench, and he drew his knees together, trying to make sure the other boys couldn't see up his towel, spotting his erection. With great reluctance, he managed to look away; quite strangely, he was feeling as physically excited as he had ever been.
He was only able to hold out a few seconds, and then he couldn't resist it any longer, he turned his eyes back to Trevor once again. Trev' hadn't moved, still lying on his side, and his adolescent boy parts were hanging down loosely against his bottom leg.
Ethan was mesmerized by this full frontal view of this beautiful boy. He'd never had an opportunity to take such an extended look at another naked person before. He quickly glanced around, to be sure the two English boys weren't watching him; then his eyes were inexorably drawn back to Trevor's nakedness. He thought he could see a sparse gathering of pubes just at the base of the other boy's hooded member. It was hard to tell though for sure, since everything was wet; moist with the heat of the steam room.
Trevor's young penis looked awesome though, dangling down toward the bench. It appeared a little longer than Ethan's, perhaps three and a half inches in soft length; and of course the intriguing small nubbin of bunched skin at its tip. It was boyishly smooth and linier; and Ethan could faintly see the ridge of the boy's glans foreshadowed just beneath the thin layer of foreskin.
Ethan unknowingly touched the tip of his tongue to his lips, as if tasting the glorious sight in front of him. He continued to stare at Trevor's soft appendage, and those sweet, walnut sized testicles, which hung loosely in their hairless silken pouch.
For the umpteenth time, Ethan shivered with excitement. Puberty and raging hormones be damned; the boy had little control over what was happening now. He squeezed his eyes shut once again trying to resist the tingling going on in his groin, but at the same time he absently fingered his erect cocklet, still hidden beneath the folds of his own towel.
His legs and feet fidgeted a bit as he tried to hold himself steady; tried to think about other things hoping to avoid embarrassment. But his mind was not his own, it seemed. His thoughts ranged back to the other night, when he had heard the telltale moans coming from Trevor's bedroom.
He knew that the boy had been masturbating in there. And in his mind he paired it with the nakedness of the same boy on the bench just in front of him now. His dick twitched again against the fabric of the soft cotton towel, and he could feel the build up charging in his lower regions, the tingles... Mortified, he tried to shift his position to stay the inevitable, but the soft towel rubbing against his boy bits merely sealed his fate.
His thighs suddenly went numb with the rush of endorphins, and just then, thankfully hidden beneath the towel, his young penis pulsed and spat out several meaningful squirts of his sticky clear boy seed.
He winced at the shear pleasure and sensitivity of it, trying desperately to stifle an audible moan. His body shuddered and finally went limp in the moist heat of the steam room. He swallowed desperately, struggling to recover both breathing and body control. All the while, trying to do so as unnoticeably as possible.
Or had he already given himself away? Had he moaned, or cried out as his orgasm had rolled though him. Ethan couldn't even remember; he had been so lost in the euphoric rush of it all.
Ethan finally forced himself to open his eyes and face the possibilities that he had just humiliated himself. He first saw that Ellis was still leaning back against the far wall with his eyes closed, and seemingly unaware of what had just occurred.
He looked toward Trevor then, and saw that the other boy was looking at him; though he couldn't read the look on the older boy's face. There was a soft smile on Trev's lips. Almost a knowing smile, but not one of recrimination. Ethan didn't know what to think.
He could feel a tear of embarrassment welling in his eye, and it rolled softly down his cheek. Though it could have been mistaken for a bead of sweat, in the damp warmth of the steam room.
"You aw'right?" Trevor asked in an audible whisper.
"Yeah..." Ethan responded, but there was a small catch in his voice. "I... I just need some water is all." And the boy scooted off the bench and quickly went out the door. Once outside and out of sight, he wiped away another tear of embarrassment from his eye.
He sensed the door swinging open again behind him, so he quickly reached for one of the bottled waters in the open cubby; and twisting off the cap, he hurriedly took a sip. Trevor was standing just behind him now, and he felt a warm soft hand come to rest on his shoulder.
"It's okay mate." Trevor said quietly, in gentle tones. Ethan's breath caught again.
"No, umm... It's fine, I mean... I just needed some water you know. I kinda got dizzy
in there. You know, from the heat." There was a long quiet pause, and Ethan felt Trevor's hand softly squeeze his shoulder.
"Sure that's right. That must of been what it was." Trevor said in a soft comforting voice. "You just got a bit dehydrated is all." He put his other hand up on Ethan's bare shoulders and squeezed gently, reassuringly, as he seemed to step in a little closer
Things seemed about to take an interesting turn when suddenly the steam room door banged open, and Ellis stepped out. "Oye, you lot trying to ditch me, or what? I opened up my peeps and you were both gone..."
Trevor quickly dropped his hands off Ethan's shoulders and stepped back. "We weren't tryin' to ditch' ya, ya little bugger. Ethan just got a little dehydrated and we were gettin' him some water."
Ellis, who was standing there naked with his towel in his hand, just shrugged. "Well, I've had enough steam anyway." He replied. Then setting his towel down, he stepped into the little shower cubby to rinse himself off.
Ethan and Trevor looked at each other. Their eyes met for a moment, and Trevor offered a gentle smile. Ethan smiled bashfully back at him. "Thanks..." He breathed sincerely.
"No worries..." Trevor smiled. "I think we're a lot alike, you and me..." And he smiled curiously at the American boy...
~ End of Chapter Two ~
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* Previous Chapter: "What'cha doin'?" The boy whispered very quietly, almost conspiratorially. Ethan blushed brightly, though in the dimness of the hall it likely went unnoticed. He quickly stepped away from Trevor's door.
"Uh... Nothing." He whispered. "Sorry I... I was just coming back from the bathroom
and I thought I heard noises coming from Trevor's room." He was embarrassed now; caught listening, and standing there in only his underwear. The other boy only yawned again, clearly barely awake.
"It's ok..." The youngster whispered. "Trev's probably just wanking off in there. He
does it all the time." The boy yawned again. "G-night." He breathed, then turned and headed back toward his room.
Ethan stood for a moment, considering what the boy had said. "Cool..." He breathed
tiredly, and then quietly he headed back across and into his own room. He crawled back into bed, and yawned once again himself. He thought about Trevor, 'wanking off,' as the younger boy had called it.
He smiled softly to himself. Perhaps he would wank a bit as well... He slid his hand
under the waistband of his undies and cupped his boyish package. Another brief yawn though, and within moments Ethan had dropped off to a dream laden sleep... *
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The night passed quickly, and just as suddenly it seemed, there were birds chirping unceasingly outside Ethan's window, somewhere far below in the gardens. The boy's eyelids fluttered a time or two as he woke, and slowly adjusted to the brightness of the new day.
Already he could feel a pleasant warmth streaming in at an angle through the open window, washing softly over his face as he lay there quite comfortably in his bed. Throwing back his covers, the boy stretched away the night’s tightness, and casually he looked down at his nearly naked body. He yawned, and after another brief stretch he slid his legs over the edge of the bed and stood barefoot on the cool morning floor.
The boy sauntered over to the window and gazed out over the expansive back lawn. He yawned, and stretched once again; and then smiled as a ruby throated hummingbird paused in mid flight, to hover for a moment just outside the glass, as if contemplating him.
There was a soft knock at his bedroom door, and Ethan still in his undies, instinctively moved his hands to cover himself. "Uh... Yes?" he questioned softly.
"It's just me." Came the casual reply. The door opened a crack, and Ethan could see it was the younger boy, Ellis.
"Oh, G-morning." Ethan offered, still a bit self conscious. With a quick smile, Ellis, who was also only wearing a small pair of white briefs, came boldly into his room as if invited. The boy hopped up to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and he smiled warmly at Ethan.
"What's up?" Ethan asked, as his eyes casually surveyed the eleven year old's body.
"Nuthin' really. We have to leave at half past..." The boy reminded him. They were heading into London this morning, as Trevor, the older boy, would be doing ball boy duties at the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament.
"I was wondering if you wanted to use the bath first, or should I have a go." Ellis asked.
"Oh... No, sure go ahead." Ethan suggested. He couldn't help but eye the youngsters bare legs; marveling again at how strong they looked for a boy his age. Their eyes connected, and the youngster smiled at him knowingly. "I, uh... I was just noticing how strong your legs looked." Ethan offered, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The boy straitened his leg, then flexed his thigh muscle, causing it to look taut and defined. "Yeah... It's all the dancin' I do, isn't it." Ellis replied, perhaps a bit proud at the look of his young leg.
The youngster hopped off the bed, and with a little smile he did a distinct spin on the ball of one foot, and then headed for the door. "I like your muscle too!" The boy giggled with a quick glance back as he headed out.
Ethan looked down not taking his meaning; and then he felt embarrassed all over again as he noticed that he was sporting a bit of a stiffy beneath his thin cotton briefs. "Oh shit..." He mumbled, blushing full on now.
Half an hour later, after a brief shower, Ethan joined the others in the kitchen. They made a quick breakfast of scones and jam, and then his father handed him some spending money for the day. Ashford, the houseman / chauffeur, hustled them all out to the drive, where the three boys piled into the back of the large black town car.
The thirteen year old, Trevor, was clearly excited about today's activities. Wimbledon is a big thing; one of the Grand Slams of tennis, and arguably the granddaddy of them all. Trevor had done ball boy duties during some of the practice rounds earlier in the week; but this was the official start of the Tournament of Champions, and the boy was almost giddy with excitement.
"So, are you getting nervous?" Ethan questioned, as he eyed the other boy. Trevor smiled his youthful, dimpled smile and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Maybe just a bit..." He admitted softly. "I mean, it's a big deal isn't it? The world stage and all. But, but I'm ready. I mean, I know my job and stuff."
"Is it hard? Being a ball boy?" Ethan asked. Trevor smiled and shook his head.
"Not really. A bit complicated though isn't it! Every move is specific. You have to know when and where to stand, or kneel; when to put your hands behind you, or offer them, requesting tennis balls and such. You have to know your position and responsibilities, and where each ball needs to go, and when to send it."
In fact, the boy was being modest. There are tremendous responsibilities to being a ball boy at Wimbledon. Everything must be precise. The boys work in teams of six. Two at net, and four minding the baselines, each with his own duties.
They need to be efficient, to ensure the match flows quickly. In truth, the better they do their jobs, the less anyone should even notice them. They must know the game to a fault, and handle the tennis balls with precision and speed. Getting them to the service court as quickly and accurately as possible.
They rotate the balls into play, as the players request them; either one bounce, waist high, or laid directly on the player's racquet. Everything decidedly well choreographed, each move by design. The boys tend each player's needs, and must never get in the way. In truth, it takes months of training and testing just to be selected. And what kid wants to screw up with the world watching on TV? It would be humiliating; so in fact, there is tremendous pressure to do the job right.
Trevor, the handsome blond haired thirteen year old had earned his way though. Even though he was actually a year underage, he had worked hard and shown himself to really know his duties. There are nearly two hundred fifty ball boys (and girls) making the final cut for the tournament; and much like the players themselves, the boys are ranked based on their demonstrated abilities.
Trevor had shown exceptionally well, and even though this was his first year, he would be assigned several good matches. Including the one today. Though this was first round play, and usually the boys don't know which match they are assigned; still he was told he'd be doing the duties for the Ferrer vs. Mayer match. Spain's David Ferrer currently being the seventh ranked player in the world, so this match was a good one to be sure.
Ethan smiled as he watched, and listened as Trevor explained these things to him. The other boy's green eyes sparkled with infectious excitement as he did so, and Ethan was totally captivated and intrigued by the other boy's presence, if not his sheer cuteness.
After the long drive, the limo pulled onto the grounds at the All England Lawn Tennis Club; the site of the Wimbledon Tournament. Ashford opened the door for the boys, who all bailed out of the back. He handed each of them Premier Club access passes.
"Have fun lads. Mind yourselves now, and stay out of trouble aw'right!" Ashford told them.
"I never get into trouble." Trevor responded with an impishly sly grin.
"Indeed..." Ashford smirked "And I suppose you never 'toss off at night' either.” He teased with a grin. Trevor grinned back at him, and the two English boys broke into giggles. Ethan was left to imagine what this 'toss off' euphemism meant.
Ashford handed Trevor a parcel, which looked as if it had come direct from the dry
cleaners. His ball boy uniform as it turned out. "I s'pose you'll be needing a lift back to the Estate as well?" Ashford teased with a smile. "I'll see if I can remember to pick you lot up later, after I've had a few pints, eh?!" He grinned again, and with a slight wave to the boys, he got back into the limo and drove off.
Trevor, who was currently dressed in a sharp black Polo shirt and tan slacks, needed to check in with the tournament officials in charge of the ball boy assignments; so he led the boys through the grounds towards the designated locker area. They had to show their security passes at several points, and Ethan was impressed with all the pomp and circumstance of it all.
Once inside the security points, Trevor signed in, and checked the boards to confirm his assignment. He was indeed scheduled on court three, one of the show courts; a rarity for a first year ball boy. The draw confirmed the first match at 11:30 would be Ferrer vs. Mayer.
Trevor grinned boyishly, pleased at the assignment. He and his group would work court three or another of the show courts all day. Rotating with other groups of ball boys, on and off court. Excited, he put one arm around Ethan's shoulders giving him a cheerful half hug.
"This is so cool." He beamed, shaking his new friend excitedly. Ethan couldn't help but to be caught up in the other boy's enthusiasm, and the embrace though unexpected, felt rather nice to him. Trevor's beautiful green eyes seemed to sparkle at him.
After a moment, Trevor led the other two boys back to the juniors changing rooms, so he could change into his official ball boy uniform. And though technically the other boys shouldn't be in there, he took them in with him. Finding his locker, he quickly kicked out of his Sperry Top-Sider loafers, and began to undress.
Ethan glanced around as he sat on the bench, noticing nearly a score other boys, in various stages of changing as well. Several boys stood naked near their lockers, and Ethan could feel a keen bit of interest beginning to build deep within him.
Puberty again, rearing its head. Anything with bare skin, regardless of gender, any hint of sexuality presumed or otherwise just seemed to set him off. He tried to be discreet, making sure not to look at anyone too long. Puberty be damned...
Finally, still sitting on the bench, he turned to look at Trevor, who was just now slipping out of his pants. Ethan could feel a rush of excitement within him. Sitting there next to this, one of the most beautiful of blond boys. Trim, tanned, his spectacular adolescence on display. He was just wondering if Trevor would.....
And he did. Without a thought, Trevor slipped out of his low rise briefs. Ethan's breath caught in his chest. Barley two feet away was the bare, splendidly rounded bottom of his new friend Trevor.
Ethan shivered, and then hoped no one had noticed. His lips and throat seemed instantly dry, his mind was in a daze with the closeness, and beauty of this silky bare butt cleavage just posing right there in front of him.
Time seemed frozen for a moment. The dimpled cheek, the satin smooth skin, even the Speedo induced tan line was instantly ingrained in that moment. Frozen forever in the keenness of his memory.
Though totally unaware of it, Ethan's young penis was swelling unannounced in his own shorts. He shivered again with internal excitement. Trevor was just beginning to step into a jockstrap, and he turned slightly as he pulled it up his lean tanned legs. Ethan was rewarded with a brief side glimpse of Trev's adolescent boy package.
It had been in a word... Beautiful. It had happened too damn quickly; but clearly he had seen the other boy's uncircumcised boy tube, and the loose dangle of his boy pouch hanging freely below. Ethan tried to swallow, but couldn't...
Time started again, as Trevor turned around and raised his leg, putting one bare foot up on the bench. He began to slip into one of his low cut ball boy uniform socks. White of course, with the Wimbledon emblem embroidered on the side.
Ethan barely noticed that however. His eyes were fixed on the round module slightly on display between Trevor's legs; his full ball sac, hidden now only by the thin material of his jockstrap. Round, contained, cupped there lovingly by that soft material. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment. But only a moment, to record it like a photograph in his mind.
Trev' shifted position again, putting his other foot up on the bench; and now Ethan had a nice view of the older boy's bare bum again; one leg raised to the bench, gapping slightly the space between his buttocks. 'Oh god.....' Ethan thought dreamily.
Trevor stood then, grabbed his crisp white uniform shorts from the bench and stepped into them, and then he glanced over at Ethan. "Oye, you alright then? You look like you're about to pass out mate." Ethan snapped back into the moment, and blushed slightly.
"Huh. Oh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I just... I was thinking about other stuff is all..." He looked away nervously. He began to wonder if the younger boy, Ellis, had seen what he'd been looking at, but when he turned, Ellis was about ten feet away at the end of the row, standing on a locker room scale weighing himself; and thankfully paying no attention to what had just happened.
Ethan stood up then, trembling slightly with nervous excitement. He looked around, then glanced again at Trevor, who was just slipping into his smart Wimbledon polo shirt. After pulling it over his head, the boy combed his fingers back through his long blond hair, and looked at Ethan.
"How do I look?" He asked. "Do I look like a right ball boy?" Ethan nearly choked on those words.
"Yeah... Like a ball boy..." Ethan sputtered. But those weren't the kind of balls he was thinking about at the moment. Trevor looked at him queerly, a knowing smirk on his face as he glanced downward at the other boy.
"Careful mate," Trevor chuckled, “Your cork appears to be floatin' a bit..." Ethan glanced down at himself and was instantly mortified. His shorts were tented out, leaving little doubt he was sporting wood. "Not to worry mate..." Trevor offered, as he patted Ethan on the shoulder. "We all get a bit of a pounder from time to time, don't we?"
Ethan covered himself and blushed with embarrassment, but Trevor had continued on without another word about it. "I've got to go in for our briefing now." He offered. "You and Ellis can go wander around a bit if you like. Then go over to court three at half past eleven, and find your seats. I'll see you lads after."
With that, Trevor smiled warmly at Ethan, glanced down at him once more, and then followed some of the other ball boys out of the lockers to another room. "Let’s go then..." Ellis spoke up for the first time; and tugging Ethan by the elbow the two boys headed outside.
There was mass commotion going on now. People were milling around in hoards, an air of excitement ringing through the grounds. The boys wandered around a bit, taking in all the sights, and smells of this elite event.
"Want to get some straw'burrys and cream?" Ellis asked excitedly as they came to one of the food stands. "They're quite good really..."
"Sure." Ethan responded with a smile, as he was just enjoying the whole experience. They bought two dishes, and sat up on a bench as they scarfed the fresh fruit, dripping with thick sweet cream. "Mmm, really good." Ethan nodded, as he licked some of the sweet cream from his finger.
"Come on." Ellis spoke up. "We best get over to the courts now." The boys hopped up and worked their way around to the south side of Center Court, weaving in and out of slow tourist types, as they made their way over to court three.
With their Premier Club Passes hanging around their necks in clear plastic sleeves, the boys made their way inside, and sidled up into the stands. There was much chatter going on in the crowd, until finally the speakers buzzed to life.
Then came the match officials, the Chair Umpire, and the ball boys. The boys walked the edge of the court, all smartly dressed in their Ralph Lauren designed uniforms, and walking a straight line, in step with one another. Every move choreographed, Ethan remembered what Trevor had explained.
The players came out to a polite round of applause. Ellis quickly pointed out which one was David Ferrer, the seventh ranked men's player in the world. The players took to the courts for warmups; and Trevor and the other five ball boys quickly took their positions.
After a brief period of warmups, formal announcements and introductions were made. Trevor stood proudly at net, alongside another ball boy. They stood, back's straight, hands clasped behind their backs, facing the Chair Umpire and the players. The other four ball boys had taken their positions on the corners.
Quickly the match was underway. Ethan smiled as he watched Trevor move with speed and precision, as he retrieved errant balls at the net, then quickly took a knee just off court, never slowing the match. Between points, he fed balls quickly and crisply to the service court ball boys. Rolling them always with no bounce, but with brisk speed and accuracy.
At the break and changeover, the players returned to the seats to the left and right of the Umpires chair for a moments breather. Trevor stood at the ready, handing towels or beverages to the player on his side, if requested. The sun was shining down brightly now, and a dry warmth radiated up from the grounds and well manicured lawns of the court.
The match was a good one, and though the score didn't indicate it, Ferrer seemed clearly in command, with the first set going to him, six games to four. Ethan was amazed at the blazing speed and power with which these pro players hammered the balls.
He watched Trevor quite often as well. After all, the boy looked stunningly cute in that uniform. It was a sharp navy blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt, with the famous Wimbledon green and purple stripe, and the embroidered crest.
And of course, with the crisp white shorts, Trevor's strong tan legs were prominently on display. And when he took a knee at net, his bum filled them out, looking rounded and sweet as well. Ethan was a bit surprised when he caught himself once again thinking about such things...
Midway through the second set, Trevor showed his true character. A long fought point was raging between the two players. Mayer's shot had ticked the top of the net, dying as it barely fell over. Ferrer, made an all out sprint toward the net, to barely dig the ball off the grass before the second bounce.
He had to loft it high and deep in a lob, just to try and preserve the point. His opponent had drifted back, stood poised and then hammered an overhead rocket back over the net. Ferrer, still beginning to back peddle took a desperately wild backhand swing at it; but the ball sailed wide and his tennis racquet; and with the sweat dampened grip, his racquet slipped wildly out of his hand flying like a bullet off to the side, catching the unsuspecting Trevor directly on the side of his cheek, just in front of his left ear.
You could hear the force of the impact, and Trevor barely even had time to flinch. There was an audible gasp from the crowd, and even Ferrer reacted with some concern. The boy amazingly held his ground though. He had been on his knee in position at the net; he rocked back with the impact, but then, without even raising a hand to his stinging face, he staunchly held his ball boy position.
It wasn't hard to see the red welt, already forming on his cheek. The chair umpire momentarily called 'time', as Ferrer had stepped over to the boy to see if he was alright. Trevor hadn't moved from his station.
"I'm fine sir." He replied, though the welt and his watering eyes may have indicated otherwise. In spite of that, Trevor reached down and retrieved the racquet from the ground, handing it back to Ferrer. He stood then, his back straight, his hands clasped behind his back in perfect form. "I'm fine sir, please continue."
Ferrer smiled and nodded at him respectfully, then headed back on court to resume play. A small polite round of applause came from the stands, and the match continued. As it was, Trevor never even reached up to rub his cheek until the change over. The match resumed with some brilliant play, with Ferrer eventually taking it in three sets. In the end, as they all formally prepared to leave the court, both players shook the Chair Umpire's hand, and in a very unusual gesture, Ferrer did the same with Trevor, praising him for his day’s efforts.
Little did anyone know at the time, that this little anecdotal incident was even mentioned later that day on television; on the Wimbledon Daily Recap with John McEnroe. The clip was shown, and McEnroe joked slightly about the dangers of being a ball boy, and then he remarked that certainly that one must have hurt, finishing with; "That's one ball boy with some spine!"
Ethan and Ellis had scrambled quickly out of the stands after the match. They weren't allowed back into the change rooms, but they caught up with Trevor several minutes later; since he had an hour break before his group took the court again, for their next shift on the courts.
"Whoa, that was bloody wicked Trev." Ellis praised his cousin, when they saw him come out of the lockers.
"No doubt." Ethan gushed, peering at the reddish mark, still clearly visible on the other boy's cheek. Trevor smiled back at them, and rubbed his fingertips gently over it.
"Hurt like bloody hell." He whispered back at them with a little wincing smirk, and Ethan smiled respectfully at him.
"You didn't even show it dude." Ethan said. "You really showed your marbles there..."
"Yeah," Trevor laughed, "Glad I didn't get hit in the marbles if you know what I mean." All the boys giggled at that one.
They decided to head over to the Food Village back behind Court One, wanting to grab a quick bite to eat. But a woman, Miss Stanforth, who was one of the supervisors in charge of the ball boys, came out of the change area and intercepted Trevor.
"Mr. Hetherington..." She began. Trevor turned to look at her; a feeling of dread coming over him fearing he had done something wrong.
"Yes mam?" He replied politely, and without knowing it, he had stood straight and clasped his hands behind his back in standard ball boy form. She couldn't help but notice, and she smiled slightly at him.
"Relax son, you're not in trouble. I've just heard the reports, and saw the video replay of your little incident." She said, raising her finger to point at the red mark on his cheek. "That was a fine job boy. You did us proud out there, and that's what it's all about isn't it." She smiled. "Now come with me a moment, if you would..." She turned and began to walk back toward the building.
Trevor, in spite of the compliment, turned and looked at Ethan and Ellis somewhat apprehensively; then the boys followed dutifully along behind Miss Stanforth. Once inside, she stopped in the corridor and waited a moment.
Seconds later, Trevor was surprised to see David Ferrer and several others come walking out of the men's change rooms. He was dressed in street attire now, and fresh from the showers.
He smiled and nodded at the woman, then looked at Trevor. "You are ok then?" He asked in English, though being from Spain he had a heavy accent. Trevor was almost stunned that Ferrer was addressing him.
"Yes sir." He smiled politely, as Ferrer reached out and lightly touched the boy's cheek.
"I am sorry this happen." He spoke honestly. "You did good job out there, thank you."
"Thank you sir." Trevor replied, unable to suppress his grin. Ferrer smiled at him and nodded. He seemed about to leave, but stopped and turned to one of the men following him; who was carrying Ferrer's gear bags.
He reached for one of the bags, and zipping it open he rummaged through his six tennis racquets, finally pulling one of them from the bag. He turned and smiled at Trevor.
"This for you." He offered, "Since you and racquet have become so close..." He chuckled. Trevor was dumbfounded. He glanced over at Miss Stanforth as if for permission. She nodded, and Trevor accepted the fine offering.
"Whoa.... That's bloody awesome." He beamed. Then blushed a bit. Ferrer smiled, reached out and tousled the boy's hair and walked out of the building, his entourage in tow.
"Well done son." Miss Stanforth praised. "Now don't be late for your next match." She added with raised eyebrow, then she turned with a smirk and left to attend other duties. Trevor looked at the other two boys, with a look of stunned surprise still on his face.
"That's so cool..." Ethan breathed, as both he and Ellis reached out to touch the racquet reverently. Trevor beamed, and after the boys had examined the racquet for a moment, Trevor said he'd be right back; and then he ran off to put this special prize away in his locker.
The rest of the afternoon went by quite quickly. Trevor did all his tournament duties, rotating on and off the courts with his group, and doing an exemplary job of it. Ethan and Ellis were in and out of the matches, watching them from time to time, and wandering the grounds just goofing off as boys do, for the rest of the time.
When the day had wrapped, Ethan told Ellis they should head back to the change rooms to catch up with Trevor. The boys managed to gain entry with their passes, but unfortunately for Ethan, Trevor had already showered, and was nearly fully dressed by the time they wandered in.
Secretly, Ethan was more than a little disappointed, since he was hoping that he would have gotten an extended look at the other boy while he was still in the buff. Trevor however, had already donned his pants and shirt, and sat chatting with another boy as he slowly pulled on his socks.
He smiled warmly at Ethan though, and after slipping into his Top-Siders, Trevor grabbed up his gear, including his newly prized tennis racquet, and the boys headed out into the concourse, following it round to car park number three.
They only had to wait a few minutes before Ashford pulled up in the limo, and the boys quickly slid into the back seat. It had been a long day, but Trevor excitedly showed Ashford the racquet he'd been given. He started to tell the story of how this had come about, but both Ethan and Ellis jumped in, to provide their own third party details.
Ethan was very animated, and quite humorous as he told the tale to Ashford; who showed a fair amount of concern, and then also laughed heartily at the way Ethan colorfully filled in all the details.
Trevor sat back and watched it all unfold, grinning thoughtfully at how excited Ethan seemed to be as he recounted the story. He looked at the other boy's soft features, and realized, (not for the first time) how adorable this cute American boy actually was.
After the story telling and a lot of laughs, the long day started to take its toll, and both Trevor and Ellis had just started to nod off in the back seat during the long drive back. Before long Trevor's head had slumped listlessly to the side, resting lightly on Ethan's young shoulder. Ethan glanced casually at the older boy for a moment, and then smiled softly to himself.
It quickly occurred to him that he more than enjoyed the physical contact between the two of them; and so he made no effort to try and lean Trevor the other way. Something about the warmth of the other boy against his shoulder, and his soft disheveled hair, lightly touching Ethan's cheek... Suddenly he felt those butterflies flittering in his stomach again, and he realized that he was becoming aroused by the contact.
Ethan looked quickly up to the front seat, but Ashford was busy driving and wouldn't be able to see anything any way. He turned slightly to see that the other boy, Ellis, was sound asleep, and leaning against the other door; and with that, Ethan relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment.
After a time, Trevor shifted slightly in his sleep; with his hand coming to rest comfortably on Ethan's thigh; the back of his fingers dangerously close to the firm rounded bulge still residing in Ethan's shorts. He squirmed, a bit uncomfortable with this. Not because he didn't enjoy the closeness of it, but not wanting Trevor to wake, and spot him with yet another stiffy.
Ethan casually moved his own hand into his lap, to cover and protect himself from any potential embarrassment. Then, feeling more comfortable with the situation, and hearing the soft rhythmic breathing of his two companions in the back seat, he allowed himself to slip off into a little nap of his own.
By the time the car pulled back up to the house at Hetherington Court, the boys were all starting to wake. Trevor lifted his head from Ethan's shoulder as he sat up; he smiled softly back at Ethan, seemingly not at all embarrassed at having just napped against him.
Ethan smiled back, and looked at the other boy for a long moment. There was something about this English boy. His gentle nature perhaps, or his unassuming manner. Or perhaps it was his youthfully boyish features, or the reddish fullness of his lips, or.....
Ethan shook his head then, as if to return to his senses. He flushed a little, as if somehow Trevor might have read his thoughts. But the other boys were already starting to pile out of the town car.
Quickly gathering himself, Ethan slid out of the limo after the other boys. They bounded up the flagstone steps and into the manor, where Trevor animatedly told his parents about the day's events; excitedly showing them the racquet that David Ferrer, the number seven ranked player in the world, had given him.
After the excitement of the moment had passed and all the stories were told, the boys headed upstairs to their rooms. It would be at least an hour before supper, and as they topped the stairs at the third floor, Trevor suggested that perhaps since they had time, they should all go for a swim in the pool.
With no convincing needed, they each went to their bedrooms to change into their swimmers; and barely a minute later they all converged in the hallway ready to go. Both the English boys were wearing Speedo's, though not quite the tiny racer's cut.
Ethan looked at the other boys, and suddenly felt a bit overdressed, as he stood there in his boardies, which stretched down to just above his knees. "Is that all you've got?" Trevor questioned as he eyed the boardies. Ethan only nodded.
"We have to get you a proper bathing suit mate." Trevor offered with a smile. "Come on then." He ushered Ethan back into his room, and quickly crossing to his wardrobe, he pulled open the lower drawer. Trevor rummaged for a moment, and then pulled out a sky blue pair of Speedos and tossed them to Ethan. "Lets have a look at those then."
Ethan glanced at the skimpy suit, a bit unsure. "I don't know..." He muttered haltingly, as he held them up.
"Come on then, don't be a fanny flaps..." Ellis spoke up with an impatient look. "Let’s get to swimmin." Ethan smiled a bit sheepishly, as he looked again at the Speedo's.
"I'll go change then." He said, a little reluctantly.
"Not shy are ya? Just switch out here and let’s go." Trevor told him. Ethan glanced quickly at the two English boys; indeed a bit shy but not wanting to look stupid. Taking a quick breath, he unbuttoned his boardies, and then turning slightly away from them he hurriedly pulled his shorts down.
His hands were trembling just a bit, as he hurried to make the switch, knowing that the other boys were likely staring now at his nakedness. He took a misstep at first, and stumbled just a bit as he tried to step quickly into the small bathing suit.
Blushing just a little now, Ethan finally pulled the Speedo up his thighs, and over his youthful boy bits. He looked down at himself, feeling a bit hesitant; and then finally turned to face the other boys.
"Not so bad now, is it?" Trevor smiled soothingly. "No need to be shy is there?"
"No, no It's not that..." Ethan said, with a denying shake of his head. "I just...." He trailed off, not really knowing what else to say. The truth of the matter is, he was just a bit shy, but more to the point he was afraid he might 'pop one' in front of the other boys.
Trevor put his arm around Ethan's shoulders as they moved to the door. "Not to worry mate, it's all good." And the three boys gathered up their bath towels and headed down the hall.
"You do have a nice bum though." Ellis grinned and he slapped Ethan on the butt as he hurried past, and trotted ahead of them down the stairs. Trevor laughed, and Ethan couldn't help but giggle as well as they followed after the younger boy.
The early evening air was still quite warm and the boys jumped eagerly into the Caribbean blue water of the large pool. They splashed about for awhile, simply playing and having a carefree time, as boys this age always seem to do while swimming.
Ellis frequently, and sometimes inappropriately, grabbed hold of the other boys, clinging to them and wrapping his legs around them, apparently in an attempt to wrestle. This led to a lot of body contact between the three boys, and Ethan secretly savored the feeling of warm, wet skin sliding gently over his pubescent body. Particularly when it was Trevor.
They jumped in and out of the pool, leaping, laughing and splashing one another. And each time Trevor hopped out of the pool, Ethan's eyes would follow him. The other boy's lean, beautiful physique was exciting to him somehow. His glistening tanned skin, and the teasing smooth roundness of his boy bits, hidden only by the bright white fabric of his Speedo. Hidden only to the eye that is, but not to Ethan's imagination.
Was this puberty, at it again? Simply his raging hormones toying with his young developing body? Or was this some secret insight into his burgeoning sexuality. Ethan didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't care. It was blissfully stimulating, regardless.
In the course of their play, Trevor had latched playfully onto him from behind, and their young bodies were gripped tightly together. Ethan certainly thought he'd felt a more than firm lump pressed up against his backside. Or had he only wishfully imagined it? Either way, it seemed to ignite those familiar, and delightful tingling sensations in his stomach once again.
The boys continued their play for over an hour before Ashford suddenly appeared and informed them that supper would be served in fifteen minutes. With a bit of reluctance, the boys crawled out of the pool and began to towel themselves off.
Ethan glanced furtively at Trevor, wanting to gaze further at the distinct outline that was revealed by the wet, body molding material of his small bathing suit. And it seemed to him, wait... Was the other boy eyeing him in the same manner? No... No probably not; he must of imagined that as well.
The three youngsters headed inside to change clothes, and share a nice meal with their parents; and shortly after this, the adults had decided to go for a drive through the English country side, ending up in town for a few drinks at the club. The boys of course, had decided on other plans.
"Wanna' go down to the dungeon then." Trevor asked the other two.
"The dungeon?" Ethan quipped. "I thought Ashford was just teasing me about there being a dungeon." He raised his eyebrows, curious now.
"It's not a real dungeon." Ellis snickered. "That's just what we call it, cause its down in the old root cellar. Come on, you'll like it." Ethan glanced curiously at the other boys, a bit unsure what was going on, and he assumed they might just be pulling his leg.
Trevor led the way, back through the kitchens to a heavy looking door near the pantry. He smiled back at Ethan, and then pulled it open. Flipping on a light switch, the boys descended down the stone steps, and into the cool air of the so called 'dungeon.'
As it turned out, the old root cellar had been renovated from its early days. They passed the first room, which was still crafted from the original hewn stone, and had been turned into a formal wine cellar now. Scores of bottles, old and new lining each wall; and even a cask of their own house wine stood on a wooden stand near the back wall.
Further down the stone hallway past the wine cellar, things suddenly, and surprisingly took on a whole new look. Cedar planks now lined the walls, and Trevor pulled open the door at the end of it.
Inside was a cedar lined change room with benches, open cubbies and a small open closet filled with folded towels and bottled water. In the middle was another door that opened up into a fair sized steam room.
"Velcome to ze dungeon..." Ellis quipped in a low Dracula sounding voice, trying to sound a bit spooky. Ethan grinned at him, but Trevor only punched the younger boy lightly on his shoulder.
"Geeze you twat... You do that same line every time someone comes down here." Ellis only rolled his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, then smiled back at Ethan. "Come on... Let’s have a steam, aw'right?!"
The two English boys began to disrobe, hanging their shirts on hooks in the individual cubbies. Ethan looked a bit perplexed, as he glanced around. "Uhh... What are we supposed to wear in there?" He asked quietly.
"Yer kidding right..." Trev' answered, “We go starkers of course. Come on..." He pulled several towels from the open closet and tossed one to each of the boys. Then he slipped his shorts down his legs, stepped out of them, and hung them on a hook. He wrapped a towel around his naked frame, and headed into the steam room.
Ethan stood for a moment a little surprised, if not a bit uncomfortable about things. He glanced over at the younger boy, who had just slipped out of his undies, and was just standing there naked in front of him. Ethan's eyebrows rose as he gawked openly at the younger naked boy.
Ellis, was just eleven, but he had a thin but nicely shaped little body. And of course his strong, long legs from all his dancing. Ethan's eyes were drawn now to the youngster’s boy bits. His young penis wasn't circumcised, and it pointed quite naturally almost straight out from his youthful body.
It was a nice stalk, smooth and straight, and about two and a half inches in length, not including the little nipple of gathered skin that overhung his glans. The boy's testes were of fairly nice size, though they didn't hang down far, but were rather cupped in a tighter purse of slightly darker skin.
Ethan quickly glanced away, when the other boy moved to wrap his own towel around his thin waist. "You commin' in or what?" The youngster questioned, since he noticed that Ethan had barely begun to undress yet. And without waiting for an answer the boy turned and went inside.
'Best get on with it I guess.' Ethan thought to himself. 'I mean, I'll have a towel around me after all...' He swallowed tightly, and then without thinking about it further, he quickly peeled off his clothes, hanging them haphazardly on the hooks.
Wrapping the towel firmly around his waist, Ethan took a shallow breath, and swung the door open to step inside.
The moist heat of the steam room enveloped him at once. It was a drastic change from the cool cellar air just outside the door. Ethan looked around nervously at the other two boys. Ellis was sitting on a bench along the left wall, his bare lower legs and feet dangling loosely over the side, with his towel still wrapped around his middle.
Trevor on the other hand was lying on his stomach strait ahead of him, stretched across one of the benches on top of his towel. The boy lay there naked, with his eyes closed, arms folded up under his cheek for support.
Ethan found it hard to catch his breath. He half crawled up onto the bench to his right, and leaned back against the moist warm grain of the wall. He looked back; was drawn back to the naked figure on the other bench in front of him. Trev's naked body was amazingly beautiful, and Ethan shivered, in spite of the heat.
Trevor's body was already damp and dripping with perspiration, and Ethan's eyes followed the sweet flowing curves of his naked body; from his shoulders dipping down gracefully to the small of his back, and then up the steep rounded slope of his bare buttocks. It was, stunning.
The tingles instantly set in, inside Ethan's stomach. His eyes lingered there, then slowly traced Trevor's smooth legs all the way down to his soft, compact looking feet. He shivered again, he couldn't help it; and his insides seemed to churn with excitement as he glanced again at the other boy's round, naked bum.
Ethan closed his eyes and swallowed tightly. His breathing was elevated somewhat, and he could feel his fingers trembling with excitement. All of these things might go unnoticed by the other boys. But not the rise of his tumescent boy tube which now seemed to throb relentlessly beneath the thin towel.
Discreetly, he moved his hands and cupped them innocently in his lap, trying to hide the outcropping that had formed there. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment trying to concentrate, but there was no way his aroused pubescent member was going to go away any time soon.
He heard Ellis giggle slightly, near the other wall of the small steam room, and instantly he assumed that he had been found out. He blushed, and timidly opened his eyes; but Ellis, as it turned out wasn't even looking at him.
The youngster was sitting on his own bench, playfully stretching out his leg and gently prodding Trevor's bare bottom with his toe. Trev' shot his arm out blindly behind him, trying to grab the boy's foot, but he missed and Ellis giggled boyishly once again.
Ethan was relieved, and he smiled at the little game of grab ass that was going on between the two cousins. The youngster slowly reached his toe out once again, this time angling to poke it lightly between Trevor's moist butt cheeks. This time however, Trevor was on to him, and his blind grab was on target.
His fingers caught the younger boy's toes, and he rolled quickly onto his side and began tickling the bottom of Ellis' bare foot. The boy giggled and squirmed raucously, finally managing to pull his foot free. In the process though, his towel also pulled free from around his thin waist, and in that moment Ethan caught a nice view of the younger boy's personal jewels.
Ellis didn't seem to mind his towel falling free however, and he didn't even bother to cover himself up again. In fact he pulled his knees up near his chest, resting his feet on the bench; trying to keep them away from Trevor, who was still pointing a playful finger at him.
With his knees drawn up like that, not only could Ethan see the boys dangly bits, but he also had a nice look at the youngsters little pink grommet. Ethan's eyes went wide. Other than examining his own bunghole in a little hand held mirror in his bedroom several afternoons; this was surely the first time he'd ever seen another boys pooter.
Had there been any chance of his boner going away any time soon, that idea was quickly out the window. Ethan was so stimulated now, that he could almost feel his boytube pulsing untouched beneath his towel, perhaps even leaking a bit.
He managed to glance away finally, but turned to look back toward Trevor. The older boy was lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm now. And of course, this offered the first full frontal view of his nakedness for Ethan...
Ethan's eye's widened at the sight. He swallowed with some difficulty, his lips oddly dry, as he ogled the wonderful sight before him. Trevor's boyhood was, was, beautiful... Ethan's legs were still dangling off the bench, and he drew his knees together, trying to make sure the other boys couldn't see up his towel, spotting his erection. With great reluctance, he managed to look away; quite strangely, he was feeling as physically excited as he had ever been.
He was only able to hold out a few seconds, and then he couldn't resist it any longer, he turned his eyes back to Trevor once again. Trev' hadn't moved, still lying on his side, and his adolescent boy parts were hanging down loosely against his bottom leg.
Ethan was mesmerized by this full frontal view of this beautiful boy. He'd never had an opportunity to take such an extended look at another naked person before. He quickly glanced around, to be sure the two English boys weren't watching him; then his eyes were inexorably drawn back to Trevor's nakedness. He thought he could see a sparse gathering of pubes just at the base of the other boy's hooded member. It was hard to tell though for sure, since everything was wet; moist with the heat of the steam room.
Trevor's young penis looked awesome though, dangling down toward the bench. It appeared a little longer than Ethan's, perhaps three and a half inches in soft length; and of course the intriguing small nubbin of bunched skin at its tip. It was boyishly smooth and linier; and Ethan could faintly see the ridge of the boy's glans foreshadowed just beneath the thin layer of foreskin.
Ethan unknowingly touched the tip of his tongue to his lips, as if tasting the glorious sight in front of him. He continued to stare at Trevor's soft appendage, and those sweet, walnut sized testicles, which hung loosely in their hairless silken pouch.
For the umpteenth time, Ethan shivered with excitement. Puberty and raging hormones be damned; the boy had little control over what was happening now. He squeezed his eyes shut once again trying to resist the tingling going on in his groin, but at the same time he absently fingered his erect cocklet, still hidden beneath the folds of his own towel.
His legs and feet fidgeted a bit as he tried to hold himself steady; tried to think about other things hoping to avoid embarrassment. But his mind was not his own, it seemed. His thoughts ranged back to the other night, when he had heard the telltale moans coming from Trevor's bedroom.
He knew that the boy had been masturbating in there. And in his mind he paired it with the nakedness of the same boy on the bench just in front of him now. His dick twitched again against the fabric of the soft cotton towel, and he could feel the build up charging in his lower regions, the tingles... Mortified, he tried to shift his position to stay the inevitable, but the soft towel rubbing against his boy bits merely sealed his fate.
His thighs suddenly went numb with the rush of endorphins, and just then, thankfully hidden beneath the towel, his young penis pulsed and spat out several meaningful squirts of his sticky clear boy seed.
He winced at the shear pleasure and sensitivity of it, trying desperately to stifle an audible moan. His body shuddered and finally went limp in the moist heat of the steam room. He swallowed desperately, struggling to recover both breathing and body control. All the while, trying to do so as unnoticeably as possible.
Or had he already given himself away? Had he moaned, or cried out as his orgasm had rolled though him. Ethan couldn't even remember; he had been so lost in the euphoric rush of it all.
Ethan finally forced himself to open his eyes and face the possibilities that he had just humiliated himself. He first saw that Ellis was still leaning back against the far wall with his eyes closed, and seemingly unaware of what had just occurred.
He looked toward Trevor then, and saw that the other boy was looking at him; though he couldn't read the look on the older boy's face. There was a soft smile on Trev's lips. Almost a knowing smile, but not one of recrimination. Ethan didn't know what to think.
He could feel a tear of embarrassment welling in his eye, and it rolled softly down his cheek. Though it could have been mistaken for a bead of sweat, in the damp warmth of the steam room.
"You aw'right?" Trevor asked in an audible whisper.
"Yeah..." Ethan responded, but there was a small catch in his voice. "I... I just need some water is all." And the boy scooted off the bench and quickly went out the door. Once outside and out of sight, he wiped away another tear of embarrassment from his eye.
He sensed the door swinging open again behind him, so he quickly reached for one of the bottled waters in the open cubby; and twisting off the cap, he hurriedly took a sip. Trevor was standing just behind him now, and he felt a warm soft hand come to rest on his shoulder.
"It's okay mate." Trevor said quietly, in gentle tones. Ethan's breath caught again.
"No, umm... It's fine, I mean... I just needed some water you know. I kinda got dizzy
in there. You know, from the heat." There was a long quiet pause, and Ethan felt Trevor's hand softly squeeze his shoulder.
"Sure that's right. That must of been what it was." Trevor said in a soft comforting voice. "You just got a bit dehydrated is all." He put his other hand up on Ethan's bare shoulders and squeezed gently, reassuringly, as he seemed to step in a little closer
Things seemed about to take an interesting turn when suddenly the steam room door banged open, and Ellis stepped out. "Oye, you lot trying to ditch me, or what? I opened up my peeps and you were both gone..."
Trevor quickly dropped his hands off Ethan's shoulders and stepped back. "We weren't tryin' to ditch' ya, ya little bugger. Ethan just got a little dehydrated and we were gettin' him some water."
Ellis, who was standing there naked with his towel in his hand, just shrugged. "Well, I've had enough steam anyway." He replied. Then setting his towel down, he stepped into the little shower cubby to rinse himself off.
Ethan and Trevor looked at each other. Their eyes met for a moment, and Trevor offered a gentle smile. Ethan smiled bashfully back at him. "Thanks..." He breathed sincerely.
"No worries..." Trevor smiled. "I think we're a lot alike, you and me..." And he smiled curiously at the American boy...
~ End of Chapter Two ~
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